I want to go into more details and put up pictures of Barcelona with Ana and her family, but I don't really have the time right now because I'm studying for my B.Shake's exam (William Shakespeare for those who lack the ability to read between the lines on that one) and saying goodbye to my other half, Lindsay Saladino. Thank God she's my fellow Tarheel, or I'm not sure how I'd be able to function. Anyway, just to give you an idea about B'Cona... it was gorgeous. Right up there with Venizia. Beautiful and wonderful and artistic and Picasso everywhere. You'll like it... go. It was the first time I've travelled by myself since being in England (obviously, I've flown by myself, but not to entirely different countries) and was a little nervous about managing to get around in Spain, but my speaking abilities proved helpful. I took two buses to get to the airport and then got on a bus in Barcelona-Girona to get to the B'Cona City Centre than I took a metro to a tram-- from there, I walked to the hotel. My favorite line was, "Donde esta la linea verde o amarilla?" These spanish guys came up to me and were seriously trying to determine whether I was English or Spanish, so I decided to keep the mystery alive and just smile at them and walk away. Plus, I was alone and being cornered by two older men in the evening would not fly.
Faces of Barcelona by Pablo PicassoAfter I finally got to the hotel (about 2 hours late), Ana, her dad, and I went and got some paella at like 10:30 pm... you know, the Spaniards celebrate the siesta, so restaurants don't really open until after 9. It was fabulous. I never realized how much I hated English food until I went to Spain and ate things with flavor and spice again. Their hotel was tight, so I got a greattttt night of sleep and then woke up the next morning and went on a private tour of Barcelona with Ana and Tiffany (Ana's step-mom). The best cathedral I have ever seen is in Barcelona. I was enthralled by its uniqueness and by the fact that Gaudi (the original architect/sculpturist of the cathedral) was never able to see it completed... it is the only cathedral in the world to be restored and built at the same time. It's been in the works since the mid to late 1800s and isn't expected to be completed until somewhere around 2021 or something like that. Insane, ay? Anyway, if you find yourself in Spain, please go to La Sagrada Familia (literally, the Sacred Family) because it is magnificent... it represents the three most important events of Jesus' life-- birth, death, and resurrection, and it is a masterpiece of detail.
La Sagrada Familia... notice the construction!
A little bit closer now...
Even closer... note the detail.After our tour, we grabbed some salads... which I have not had since being in the UK as well and they were DELICIOUS. The sun was out by this time, so Ana and I called it a day and tanned by the pool. I was ecstatic because I haven't seen the sun in so long. The next day we woke up and tanned some more, and I swam some laps, before heading back to the city to do some shopping and post card finding (for me). Of course this all took place in Las Ramblas, another culturally awesome area of Barcelona. We ate some tapas, and I basically drank a jug of Sangria because Ana hasn't acquired the taste yet (I guess that's what Europe does to you), then went home and passed out. The next day we woke up pretty early and I headed back al aeropuerto (back to the airport). It was a wonderful journey and Mr. Moorefield paid for me to take a taxi back to the first bus because he was horrified by how many transportation transfers I made on the way there. But, I would do anything to get to Ana. I'd walk a 1000 miles, or tell a guy to do that for you at least. ;) Ana and I had a great time together and it was a blast reuniting with the Moorefields on vacation once again.
Apart from that, I've gone out a few times with my buds to get our dance on and we also enjoyed a girls night out on June 1 because my Chelsea and Monique left us for Austria and then Rome. I'm so jealous, but also very appreciative for the travelling that I have been able to experience since getting here. It's given me an even bigger bug than before, so we'll see what's next on the list. I'm thinking after we graduate-- a longer trip thru Italia and Greece are in order. I'd really like to wave to Benedict if given the chance. Then, eventually, I'll get my butt back to Spain and onto Morocco (but Tiffany wants me to meet someone from there first, so that I'm able to get around okay), so that I can get into Africa. I have a lot of ideas up my sleeve, so we'll see how successful I am at putting them in motion. On our girls night out (sorry for that long tangent), Chels, Mon-Mon, Genevieve, Alexandra, Lindsay, and I took loads of group photos around the University of Sheffield campus. We wore white shirts and jeans and looked like morons, but I promised it would look good on camera and it did... even though I'm sure we screamed Americans. I've included one such picture. Know that there are plenty more where that came from if you feel like being entertained on facebook.
I apologize again for neglecting my audience, but my blog made it to google, so I'm pretty pumped about that. I may fit in another blog before I roll out Tuesday night to stay at a hotel at Manchester airport because of my early flight on Wednesday, but no promises. I think that I will keep this up even after getting back to the states because it has become a catharsis of sorts for me and a way to refresh my memories. Although, my life will probably not be nearly as entertaining and exciting as it has been over the past five months, but you never know. You might be entertained by all of the weddings taking place this summer... it's wierd. I'll let you know what happens when I meet Karys Jane for the first time. :)
My sweet ol' Tapton Room. I'll miss you, Tapton...Until next time, hasta luego.
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